Don't go || m.c

14

I wake up in my room, Jade must've found me and got Sam to carry me to her car so she could drive me home, my head hurts, it kills. I lie in bed thinking my brain will explode, I haven't had a hangover this bad for a while. I notice I'm not wearing my shorts and I start to panic. I try and sit up but my whole body feels weighed down, a hand places on my shoulder and gently forces me to lie back down, I look to the other side of my bed to see Ashton sitting cross legged facing me.

"Hey," he says quietly but even still, it kills my brain, "have some water," he passes me a glass, I can hear my heart pounding in my head, this time Ashton helps me sit up, I take a sip of the water.

"Why is everything so heavy?" I groan, he seems puzzled so I try and explain, "my arms feel like they weigh a ton each."

"I don't know, just drink," he says, nudging the glass upwards, I do as he says, not taking my eyes off his, "do you want some aspirin?" I nod, he gets up and walks out of my room. How long have I been out? Is Jade here, does she even know I'm here? These questions just add to my throbbing head ache. Ashton returns and hands me the tablets, he watches as I swallow them with the water, I realize he might also have a hangover and I'm being rude.

"Are you hungover?"

"Not as bad as you," he says, I tilt my head to ask why, "when you had passed out I went downstairs, after I gained some common sense I came here, got my car and drove back to the frat, I forgot which room you were in but then I saw you're friend come out of a room and found you, I carried you out to my car and drove you back here, by then I'd drank about four bottles of water."

That makes sense, I heard somewhere that a hangover is caused from drinking and becoming dehydrated, I finish the water and place the glass down on the nightstand, then the question I was going to ask comes back to mind, "why aren't I wearing any shorts?" I'm not sure what his answer will be but I'm not looking forward to hearing it.

"They had studs in them, I thought they'd rip your bed or you'd hurt yourself on them, sorry," he says shyly, phew, that could've been worse.

"So you took them off?" I ask, my hangover making everything confusing.

"Yeah, sorry," he blushes.

"No, it's okay, I thought I lost them at the frat or something, thanks."

Ashton picks up my glass and takes it out of my room, I get up, my body hurts because I'm wearing a tight leather top that I'm required to wear to work, I unlace the front and take it off, dropping it on the floor, I grab a spare change of underwear before walking to the bathroom, "I'm just going to have a shower!" I call out. I'm quick in the shower, conscious that Ashton is here, by the time the water heats up I turn it off. I get dry quickly and put my white underwear on, "Ashton!"

I hear muffled footsteps before Ashton replies, "yeah!" He's right outside the bathroom.

"Could you get me some clothes please, just whatever from the top draw?"

"Sure," I wait for a minute before he comes back, "I'll just leave them at the door."

I open the door and pick up my clothes, there's a grey top and orange shorts, my usual outfit that I wear on lazy days, I put them on before walking out the the living room. I sit down on a sofa before Ashton walks in and hands me another glass of water, the aspirin is just starting to kick in now.

"Can you remember what happened last night, most of it's a blur, I can remember up to tequila but then just a blur until I was laughing with you in Niall's room," I say.

"Yeah, we took tequila shots and then some chick came up to me and you rolled your eyes before taking me up stairs to smoke weed with four other people, then a guy said we should play truth or dare and you were dared to kiss me but I kissed your nose and then we laughed and then you blacked out," he recounts.